The battlefield stretched across both reality and the digital world, an endless warzone where the boundaries of existence had fully collapsed. The sky above flickered like a broken screen, shifting between deep crimson and static gray. Structures twisted and morphed unpredictably, entire cities swallowed by digital corruption, while in the real world, skyscrapers shattered under the weight of a war that no one could truly comprehend.
MC stood atop his dark throne, suspended in the sky above his domain. His eyes burned with eldritch power, his body now a hybrid of flesh and code, pulsating with an aura that distorted reality itself. Below him, his forces clashed against the armies of the Resistance, government soldiers, and the Architect's synthetic abominations.
